The snow had been falling for hours. The
picket fence is covered to a point where
it looks like it was built just for the
woodland creatures merrily hopping
along it in a playful game of tag. You just
walked in with an armful of wood for the
fireplace. Your legs are covered with
large flakes of snow up to your knees
which fall to the floor as you stomp
your boots on the wooden floor. I smile
as you kneel down and place the logs in
the hearth. Your hair glistens with
crystals giving the impression of a net of
diamonds. The sun is just setting and
fills the room with a reddish orange glow
as the wood starts to give off it\'s tongues
of yellow. The fire starts to snap and
crackle as you move to your favorite
overstuffed chair and fold yourself into
the soft cushions. I watch you as you
watch the fire. Your eyes reflect the
dancing lights of the flames. Music softly
fills the air and I feel a quiet happiness
flow throughout my body. I have made a
cup of hot chocolate and as I hand it to
you your lips spread into a small grateful
smile. No words are needed. I sit in my
chair across from you. It is quite the
opposite of yours, sparse, firm and
unadorned. In some ways our tastes are
quite different but somehow it works for
us. We are both content. Between us the
puppy lays on the carpet snorting and
twitching, surely dreaming of playfully
chasing after rabbits or squirrels, It is a
time for peaceful contemplation as we
gaze into the glowing coals. I have no
idea what occupies your mind but I can\'t
help but to reflect on my past life. A life
full of loneliness sprinkled with small
patches of happiness. A life that I felt I
would endlessly have to roam. It has
been a long road to get to where I am.
But here and now I finally feel I\'m home.